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Wednesday, October 17, 2012

Title doesn't have to do with post. I just wanted to let you know that.

Chapel today. Speaker was talking about his six-year-old daughter having an accepting-Jesus-as-personal-savior experience (not sure what to call it when it's not baptism), and how that was great and all, but we're too old for that "cutesy gospel." Our gospel, apparently, is Luke 9:23, taking up our crosses and following Christ.

Friday, July 27, 2012

Me: *sitting in the green room*
Aria: *rushing in* I found Margaret! Let's go!
Me: What?
Aria: Sean's pants ripped.
Sean: *out of sight*
Aria: You've got all of Agony and It Takes Two. There's thread in Jen's purse—
Me: I got some. *runs to room to fetch said thread, needle, and scissors, then to Sean's dressing room, where he has changed*
Sean's pants: *foot-long tear right in the back*
Me: *whipstitch with purple thread, because that's what was already on my needle*
Sean and me: *awkward chatting*
Me: Done!
Everyone, for the rest of the day: Yayyyyy Margaret!

Sean plays Jack, one of the main characters. He wears the same pants for the entire show, so he didn't even have another option to change into, besides, like, modern jeans.

So as always I've got at least half a dozen blog posts I could be writing, but recently I actually visited this page and realized what the current post was… I think the fact that I didn't remember it at all is even more pathetic than the way it only lasted a day and a half. Anyway, I really need to update things, and I also wanted to wax for a while about Sigh No More by Mumford & Sons.

I was not optimistic about it. I'd picked it up at the library on a whim and was trying it out while sewing, as background music, but I don't do well with background music. If I don't already know it, and I'm not paying attention to it, it just doesn't work.

It turned out to be perfect. I listened to the disc several times in a row, and not because it was good casual listening—it was music that held my attention without my trying.

The general sound of the whole thing: The music is lovely, and has a strong style without each song sounding the same. What I also noticed is their impeccable technique. If anybody has ever doubted the importance of enunciation, direct them to these songs. Just hearing the way they hold the vowel as long as possible before saying the consonant (words "heart" and "meat-eater" come to mind) is enough to make me sigh contentedly, and you may notice how easy it is to understand everything they're saying. And then sometimes they take a look at how the rules are supposed to work, and say, "Nope, we can do better." Just the phrase "with grace in your heart and flowers in your hair" was enough to make me love them for eternity. The way they pause in the middle of 'flowers' somehow holds so much personality it conveys so much more than the words alone.

I start catching these amazing little phrases, even without context:

Love it will not betray you/Dismay or enslave you, it will set you free/Be more like the man you were made to be//There is a design, an alignment, a cry/Of my heart to see/The beauty of love as it was made to be

I won't let you choke/On the noose around your neck

And my head told my heart/Let love grow/But my heart told my head/This time no, this time no

It seems that all my bridges have been burnt/But you say that's exactly how this grace thing works

Can you lie next to her/And give her your heart/Your heart, as well as your body/And can you lie next to her/And confess your love/Your love, as well as your folly/And can you kneel before the king/And say I'm clean, I'm clean

Death is just so full, and man so small/I'm scared of what's behind, and what's before

But there will come a time you'll see/With no more tears/And love will not break your heart/But dismiss your fears/Get over your hill and see, what you find there/With grace in your heart and flowers in your hair

I can't help singing along with much of it. My favorites right now are The Cave, Roll Away Your Stone, White Blank Page, Dust Bowl Dance, and After the Storm.

Finally, I've been listening to it frequently for the past 3 weeks, and I am definitely not tired of it. The only complaint—track 7, Little Lion Man. "Little sisters" of mine, do not listen to that song. It is not shy on swearing. (I don't have the authority to tell anybody else not to, but I might just say that really, it's not something we need.)

Okay, well, I can't think anymore. I think this was coherent, even if I skipped over some of the amazing parts I don't know how to describe. I know not everybody who reads my blog will like this music, but really I'm just secretly hoping Marcus Mumford et all are going to read this and ask me to record a song with them. (Answer: yes, always.)

Tuesday, May 01, 2012

Okay, so I'm going to use this post to chronicle this month's progress in novel-writing. Hopefully the publicity of it will be an incentive to do well.

May the First: 1678 words. It's a murder mystery based on Cinderella. Today's excerpt:

Once upon a time a man was murdered.

Okay, so today was pretty bad prose-wise. I think that's why I got so frustrated last night and why I wrote barely minimum for the day. I think my plot is working out alright but maybe I just got out of the habit of writing prose like this. I dunno. Anyway, not entirely dreading tomorrow.

May the Second: 2324 total. I think May is not the right time to be able to focus. I just got out of school and the weather is just starting to let me take walks again. Prose still dull as dirt:

"Did you know that I have been invited to three balls this year and could not attend a single one because of my fatal lack of a proper ball gown?" Her dresses were all taken from the closet and strewn across her bed and floor.

Plot didn't go anywhere, but I'm figuring out more of where it will go, if I ever make myself get there. Hopes are not high, which are not helping. Oh yes, and my characters are all named randomly because I decided it's too complicated trying to research names from a single era and area, and find ones that I like. Never mind that there's also magic.

Friday, April 27, 2012

Also, Scribblers. A writing group of Bethel people. I pretty well enjoy hanging out with them, so that's good. Proof: I read them a short story tonight, and you guys (might) know I don't do that much. (Ethan, Robin-- it's the Santa one. They laughed.)